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What He Wants

Eden Cole

Aaron strolled into his office like he always did and perched on the end

of Matthew’s desk. He crossed his legs at the ankle, and folded his thick arms
over his chest. Nothing new about that, Matthew told himself, and yet he’d
become a whole lot more aware of what his friend did lately. More
importantly, he’d become more aware of his reaction to Aaron.

“So what are you and Abbey doing this weekend?” Aaron asked.

“Anything interesting?”

“No.” Matthew’s answer was clipped. He didn’t know what to do with

his eyes. He could stare at the paperwork needed for his next meeting, but
his eyes refused to focus. For some insane reason, they wanted to
stray…over to Aaron. He surged to his feet, his chair wheels thunking with
the awkwardness he felt. He turned his back to his best friend and stared out
the window at the street below. “She broke it off.”

“Aw hell,” Aaron responded. “Sorry about that.” He laid a hand on

Matthew’s shoulder, making him start. “She say why? You weren’t dumb
enough to take the company slut up on her offer from last week, were you? I
would think you’d share that tidbit with your best bud if you did.”

Matthew rolled his eyes at Aaron’s teasing. That and Aaron’s refusal to

take himself or life seriously was what kept Matthew together at times. He
would never have said of course. Men did not go all mushy in that way, but
he was sure Aaron knew how he appreciated him being there for him the
past fifteen years. Their friendship was what complicated matters and made
Abbey’s assertion all the more unacceptable.

“No, of course not. I wouldn’t cheat on her.” He couldn’t tell Aaron the

real reason Abbey, who had been friends with Aaron longer than him, had
broken up with him yesterday. He’d had all night to think it over, especially
since he couldn’t get to sleep. He’d yelled at her and told her she was just
making excuses. Their relationship had gone stale over the last year, and he
wouldn’t blame her if she just wanted to move on. But to say what she did
about Aaron was ridiculous.

If he had any sense, he’d dismiss the thought. He should tell Aaron what

she said, and then they could laugh about it over a couple beers after work.
That’s what they always did to ease the stress. They were both managers in
the same corporation but different departments. Matthew was in Human
Resources and Aaron in marketing. Aaron’s field suited him, being so
creative and outgoing. Matthew was more conservative. He was bookish he
knew, without looking the part. Human Resources wasn’t the best fit, but it
was where he landed, and he hadn’t made any changes since then. The fact
that he tended to stick with what he knew and play it safe was another bone

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Abbey had picked with him on. Her final words to him last night had been,
“If I don’t do this, you’ll never make a move.”

Turning, he found Aaron too close, and he worked his shoulder to

dislodge Aaron’s hand. “Damn it, would you stop crowding me? It’s not a
big deal.”

Aaron backed off with hands raised. “Sorry, I guess you’re hurt and all.”

His blue eyes were wide, his expression understanding. Aaron didn’t take
offense easily. The fact that Matthew was noticing Aaron’s eye color pissed
him off even more. He stomped back to his chair.

“I’m not hurt, just surprised.” Examining himself, he found that it was

true. He wasn’t heartbroken. He cared about Abbey, so it did hurt not to be
with her when they’d dated for a couple years. But crushed wasn’t what he
felt. Confused, annoyed, and angry was closer to the mark. Something else
stirred inside, but he rejected taking a closer look. If other feelings were
there, he figured Abbey’s stupid assertion was the cause. She made him like
this around his best friend who he shared everything with.

“Well,” Aaron said, “since you’re not hanging with her this weekend, I

figure I can come over and cheer you up.”

Matthew stared at him like he’d lost his mind. Aaron peered right back,

blinking as if Matthew had lost his. “Why would you do that?”

Aaron touched Matthew’s forehead. He ducked to get out of reach. To

his further surprise, his cock stirred at the slight brush of their skin.

“I think you might be in shock, buddy,” Aaron said. “We’ve always held

onto guy’s night when we’re dating or not dating. We drink and watch
movies in our boxers all weekend, or have you forgotten?”

“No boxers!” Matthew all but shouted. He got a grip on himself with

supreme effort. He was behaving like an ass, and if he didn’t get control,
Aaron would suspect something. Matthew couldn’t let that happen.
Everything between them would remain just as it always had. If Abbey
wanted an out, she got it. He hoped she found a boyfriend that would be all
she wanted. Since Matthew knew he wasn’t a bad-looking man—he kept
himself in shape, and more than one woman in the office had let him know
she was available—he had no reason to think he wouldn’t have Abbey
replaced, and soon. “Beer and movies sounds great. We’ll do what we always
do. No problem.”

Now he sounded like a blithering idiot, but at least Aaron was appeased.

He grinned but didn’t move from the spot he occupied. Every other time he
sat there, Matthew didn’t mind. Today, the entire office was too small, and
the couple of feet between them had a hint of intimacy. Matthew grunted,
searching his mind for a solution. Damn that Abbey.

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Aaron’s cell phone rang in his pocket, and he fished it out. He answered.

“Aaron, here. Oh, Abbey.” His friend met his curious gaze. “Yeah, he’s here,
crying his eyes out.”

Matthew punched him in the gut. Aaron let out an oomph and went back

to his conversation with Matthew’s ex. When he grew quiet, a sickening
feeling came over Matthew. Abbey wouldn’t take her silly assumption too far,
would she? No, she had better sense than that, surely.

Aaron’s widened gaze met Matthew’s again. His face had gone red, but

he wasn’t saying anything in response to whatever Abbey said on the phone.
Matthew resisted snatching the flimsy piece of electronics and crushing it
under his heel. He gripped the sides of his chair until his fingers ached. With
everything inside of him, he willed someone to walk into the office to disturb
them, or for a phone call, an urgent meeting, anything. Nothing happened.

After some time, Aaron ended the call and put his phone back into his

pocket. He didn’t move or look up. Matthew sighed. “I guess the weekend’s
off, huh?” He had no idea why he would ask that, and be disappointed about
it.

Aaron straightened and walked to the door. He paused with his hand on

the knob with his back to Matthew. “No, it’s still on. I’ll talk to you later at
your house.” And he was gone, snapping the door closed quietly behind him.

Matthew ran his fingers through his hair. He imagined it stuck up in

points. The dark locks were getting a bit long. He needed to visit his barber
soon. No matter how much he replayed Aaron’s last words, he couldn’t get
into his friend’s head. Aaron had been subdued. His usual bouncing off the
walls, driving Matthew insane, was missing after that conversation with
Abbey. Maybe he was waiting until later to end their friendship.

“Damn it to hell,” Matthew spat and began packing up his briefcase to

leave. He could replace a woman with ease, but a buddy—a best buddy?—
no, way. He’d see Aaron later and deny everything. Yes, that was a good
strategy.

* * * *

Aaron sat in his car a good twenty minutes outside Matthew’s house

before he decided to go in. He had the movies, all war and western flicks.
Manly. Why he felt the need to choose that type had everything to do with
what Abbey had said to him.

“Quick, without thinking, who’s the person you love the most, the

person you want to be with for the rest of your life? Don’t say anything. Just
think it,” she’d said.

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That was easy. Matthew. But then he did think about it. He thought

about how she’d worded her questions. The person he loved most? There
was nothing wrong with admitting that he loved his buddy. Hell, they were
like brothers. Brothers love each other. Not a big deal. But then her second
question hit him between the eyes, and he’d known he was blushing on the
phone. The person he wanted to be with for the rest of his life. That
sounded… No, he couldn’t even think it, let alone say it.

That second answer had also been Matthew. Who did he go to whenever

he had a problem? Matthew. Who knew him better than anyone else? Who
did he spend most of his time with and who he made sure to visit every day
in his office? That was all normal, but then Abbey had expounded on her
claims. She’d asked him who he thought of in the morning when he woke
up, and who was on his mind the last thing at night. Even when he was
dating or Matthew was dating, they ended their days, every single night
talking to each other. And the truth was Aaron had initiated each of those
calls to his buddy.

Once when his car wasn’t where he’d parked it in the company parking

lot, and when he found it and got in, he knew what had happened. Matthew
had borrowed his car. Aaron picked up on Matthew’s scent.

He gritted his teeth as he walked up the driveway to his friend’s house.

For safe keeping because he was famous for losing his keys, Aaron had given
a set to Matthew. Because his car was in the shop and he’d forgotten to pick
up lunch before his meeting, Matthew had borrowed Aaron’s car and
brought it back. That was no big deal, but Aaron had been surprised that he
knew Matthew so well. Now the full impact of that knowledge hit him as he
rang the doorbell.

While he waited to be let in, he made a resolution. Whatever dumbass

notions had gotten into him regarding his buddy, he would deal with them.
He wasn’t going to lose his best friend because he’d gone all…

“Hey, snap out of it,” Matthew barked and turned to walk farther into

the house, leaving the door open. Aaron sighed and followed. He picked up
the scent of pizza and figured Matthew had ordered his favorite—extra
cheese, pineapples, and jalapeños. Matthew liked his with just pepperoni.

They settled on opposite ends of the couch. Aaron tossed the movies on

the table and grabbed a slice of pizza. Neither of them moved to start the
DVD player. When Aaron had stuffed down four slices, he decided he
couldn’t put off talking about what Abbey had said. She’d probably told
Matthew he had a crush on him, so he needed to make it right.

“Look, about what Abbey said,” he began.
“Forget it,” Matthew interrupted.

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He was still grumpy, and he hadn’t eaten a thing. His hair which Aaron

had always envied him for because it was longer and straighter than his curly
fair hair was wild on his head. Aaron had a sudden urge to try fixing it, and
mentally kicked himself. His self-disgust went further when he noticed how
green Matthew’s eyes were. They were always a richer, darker color when he
was upset. Aaron groaned and dropped his head in his hands.

“It’s not what you think,” Matthew shouted, jumping to his feet. “She’s

wrong.”

“No, it’s not what you think,” Aaron countered.
They fell to arguing, each trying to top the other. Aaron didn’t have a

clue as to what his friend was saying. He was determined to get his point
across. Years ago, they’d each learned that they had an affinity for debate and
had been decent at it in school. Aaron knew his friend wasn’t going to give
an inch, but damn it, neither was he. He stood up.

“Stop being stubborn and listen to me, Matthew,” he shouted.
“Who’d listen to you yelling?” Matthew told him.
Aaron didn’t know who pushed who first, but they were suddenly in a

shoving match. They’d fought before like two boys, wrestling each other to
the floor and knocking over furniture. A man wasn’t a man until he’d proven
himself in a fight with his friend. They were both big and muscular, having
spent a number of hours in the gym together. They were each other’s spotter
as they lifted weights and dripped buckets of sweat side-by-side running
around the track.

Matthew thumped him in the chest, and Aaron pushed right back. They

got up into each other’s faces, shouting. Someone knocked against the table,
and the pizza box went flying, landing upside down on the carpet.

“You’re going to pay for that,” Matthew ground out.
Aaron sneered. “Why should I? You knocked it over.”
Matthew grabbed his arms pushing back. Aaron twisted and knocked

Matthew’s hold away. He charged his friend, and their chests met, mouths
less than an inch apart. All the wind left Aaron’s sails in an instant. He
stopped pushing, but so did Matthew. He told himself to back off, to get
some space between them, but he didn’t move. Then again, neither did his
buddy.

They were way too close, chests heaving, breath warming each other’s

faces. Aaron should have glared at Matthew to give him a signal to move if
he couldn’t find words to speak, but all he did was look down at Matthew’s
lips. Strong, thick lips, the bottom larger. Beyond them, Matthew’s jaw was
chiseled and coated with bristly black hairs. He would have to shave twice a
day if he wanted to be smooth.

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Aaron shouldn’t be thinking that. He should be the first to get over his

anger and tease Matthew saying that he’d won the argument and the fight.
Matthew should be sulking and then switching over into his superior attitude
like Aaron was beneath his royal notice. That’s the game they played.

Instead, Aaron thought about how he wanted to see what it was like—to

kiss a man. No…not any man. He wanted to kiss Matthew. This was all
Abbey’s fault. If he touched Matthew in the wrong way, fifteen years of
friendship would be lost, and even as he liked to deny all she’d said to him,
he thought losing Matthew would hurt a whole lot more than the handful of
serious relationships he’d lost with women in his past.

Don’t do anything, Aaron. Think about the friendship. Move back, sit down, and

watch a movie.

Aaron leaned closer and let his lips just touch Matthew’s bottom one.

The lip was warm, softer than he’d expected. What shocked him was the
pleasure he felt, the excitement in his groin. His cock shifted in his pants. If
he moved now, Matthew would see that he’d gotten a hard-on from the kiss.
What was he thinking? Things had already gone too far. He’d just kissed his
best friend.

He finally found the strength to move back. They both stood there in

front of the couch, staring straight ahead. Aaron was still hard, still wanting
to taste Matthew. He closed his eyes, angry and disgusted. He hadn’t been
thinking this way before, had he? Dropping onto the couch, he thought back
to the times he’d had sex in the past. One after another, he had taken women
to bed. Only a few had been more serious, but that was times when he’d
been determined to just find someone he could love, someone to distract
him.

Distract me from what?
“Why’d you do that?” Matthew asked after some time.
“It was an accident.”
To his surprise, Matthew chuckled. He sank down on the couch beside

Aaron, fingers linked, elbows resting on his thighs.

“Abbey said—” he began.
Matthew grabbed him around the throat with one large hand, and shoved

him back. Before Aaron could react, his friend’s lips were on his, tongue
teasing to gain entry. Aaron couldn’t think straight let alone resist. He
gasped, and Matthew’s tongue darted into his mouth. They kissed rough and
wild. Matthew’s hold was punishing along with his mouth. But he tasted so
good, Aaron couldn’t pull away. He tilted his head, and their noses bumped.
The hair on Matthew’s face scraped the ones on his. Yet Matthew pressed in
closer.

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Which of them moaned, he wondered as he drew Matthew’s lower lip

between his. He licked at the moist softness. Aaron raised his hand to get air
in his throat. Matthew let go but only to brace Aaron’s shoulders back
against the chair and crush his chest into Aaron’s. Aaron’s cock was on fire
to get out of his pants and play. But maybe this was just a kissing trial. Maybe
Matthew was just getting back at him for doing what he did.

Aaron shoved back at his friend and finally wedged space between them.

Matthew dropped into his seat, panting. Aaron did the same as he struggled
to fix his pants before Matthew noticed. He peeked at his buddy and found
him running a hand through his hair. Without even thinking, Aaron touched
it too, letting the silky softness stream across his fingers.

He yelped and jumped up. In two strides he was on the other side of the

room near the windows. “I don’t know what happened just now.” Matthew
didn’t say a word, so he went on. “Abbey said some things to me. I think she
brainwashed me with her suggestions that…”

“That I want you?” Matthew asked. “That I would welcome your kisses.”
His tone was cold and angry. Aaron faced the window and rested his

forehead on the cool glass. They hadn’t even pulled the blinds or closed the
curtains. The world could have viewed what they’d done. Shame washed over
him.

“No, not that you want me, but that I want you. I’m sorry, buddy. I

should probably go.”

“Wait.”
Matthew’s voice came from directly behind him, and he jumped but

didn’t turn around. Aaron’s entire being was aware of Matthew right now,
and he wished he could take it all back.

“You’re saying she told you, you want me?” Matthew asked.
“Yeah.”
Matthew cursed. “She told me I want you, that she’s known it for a while,

and she was waiting for me to figure it out. She said knowing me, I’d never
make a move, so she had to get it going.”

Aaron whirled to face him. He was close enough to step into his arms

again, but Aaron resisted. “She’s wrong about you. I know you better than
anyone else. I’d know if you were gay.”

Matthew frowned. “I’m not gay.” He looked down at the floor as if he

was puzzling over the situation, and then he met Aaron’s gaze. “I need to
know. Was she wrong telling me you want me, Aaron?”

“I-I’m not sure.”
“Tell me the truth, damn it,” Matthew insisted.

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Aaron tore at his hair. “It’s natural, right? For a man to want to

experiment? So many are doing it. I’m not weird to want to see what it’s like
to kiss you. That’s all.”

“Just to kiss me?”
“Damn it, Matthew, I’m doing all the confessing here!”
Matthew smiled. Aaron found himself struck by those eyes again, by that

handsome face. He glanced at Matthew’s lips. They were deep rose now
from their rough kisses. He remembered the taste. He shouldn’t want
anymore. They’d kissed a lot. Their chests had rubbed hard together. That
was more than enough seeing what it was like with another man.

“She wasn’t wrong,” Matthew admitted. “I wanted to know too. But I

wanted a lot more than a kiss. I’ve…” He hesitated. “At the risk of losing
everything, I’ll say this. I wanted to go all the way.”

Aaron’s eyes widened. “You mean…”
He had visions of two male bodies, jutting together, one guy with his

cock rammed up the other guy’s ass. He shivered, not sure if that excited him
or horrified him. Everyone knew what it entailed for two men to have sex.

Matthew nodded. “Yeah, I never really admitted it to myself until she

said it, and then I realized I’d been wanting it for a long time. I don’t know if
I’m bi or if I want to continue with that kind of thing—I mean other than
you—I just, well, I want to with you. If you don’t, that’s fine.”

“Other than me.” Aaron repeated Matthew’s words like a robot. A niggle

of jealousy squeezed his chest. If they did this, and Matthew liked it, he might
decide to take other men as his lovers. Aaron didn’t want that. He didn’t
want any other man touching Matthew, but if he let on that his feelings went
deeper than he first thought or that his friend knew about, he’d blow
everything.

He hadn’t admitted as much as Matthew had. Abbey had made him see

that Matthew meant a lot more to him than just some test. The more he
thought about it, the more he realized Matthew was everything to him. He
had been running from woman to woman, forcing an occasional
commitment from himself, all because what he really wanted was the man in
front of him. He loved Matthew. He was in love with him and had been for
years.

A shout from behind them caught their attention. They both looked, and

Aaron recognized Matthew’s neighbor. They waved, and Matthew moved
away. He bent to clean up the spilled pizza while Aaron watched him.

“You’re right,” he said, “This is a big risk for both of us. Not just about

our friendship either. All of your neighbors, our acquaintances, people at

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work—most importantly our families might come to find out. Even if it’s
one time, it’s a big decision.”

Matthew dumped the mess on the coffee table and straightened up. He

tapped his fingers against his leg staring off into the distance. “True. How
about we give it some more thought now that we’ve come out in the open
about it.” His face colored. “Probably should look into how…uh…you
know.”

Aaron laughed. “Yeah, how.”
“I guess we know how,” Matthew said, reddening even more. “A few

days?”

Aaron nodded. “I should go.”
He headed to the front door with Matthew behind him. He’d come back

later for the movies, or Matthew could return them to the rental box. At the
door he looked back to say one more thing when Matthew kissed him. Aaron
moved into his buddy’s arms, and they held each other around the waist.
Because they were about the same height, their cocks rubbed together. This
time Aaron knew it was him moaning, but Matthew soon echoed it.

He left Matthew’s delicious mouth and kissed along his rugged jaw line.

Matthew put a couple inches between them only to use it to stroke Aaron’s
cock. Aaron growled with need, but forced himself to stay in control. He
pushed Matthew back gently.

“Time,” he rasped. “We need to think about this clearly when we’re not

all over each other.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry.”
Aaron opened the door and fled. He had to get out of there because if he

knew nothing else, he knew being intimate with Matthew was about making
love to him, not just sweaty hot sex.

* * * *

Matthew stepped out of the shower and ran a towel over his wet skin. He

walked naked into the bedroom and spotted the small plastic bag he’d tossed
there when he came home. Condoms and lubricant. Turned out they hadn’t
waited more than a day before they were both sure. He should have known
of course. How many nights had he lain on his bed trying to jack off and not
getting a release? His mind would wander, and he’d think oh Aaron hasn’t
called yet, and then he’d be rock hard ready to burst. He had told himself it
was all because he kept rubbing his dick, but the fact was he’d said Aaron’s
name. That was enough. Aaron.

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Matthew went to the dresser and pulled out a pair of boxers. He

considered putting on clothes, but why bother? They both knew what they
were going to do tonight. The less clothes the better. Thinking about it, even
weighing the situation with thoughts of his parents and his sister and
everybody at work didn’t make him want Aaron less. Thinking about getting
his hands around Aaron’s shaft, sucking him, licking his hot skin had driven
him mad last night.

They had talked on the phone like they always did, Matthew not making

the first move but still waiting with his cell in his hand for the call to come in.
They’d lain there avoiding the obvious, chatting about nothing. All the time,
Matthew had closed his eyes and handled his cock while letting Aaron’s deep
voice roll over him. His orgasm was stronger than he remembered it being
over the last few months with Abbey.

Aaron, Aaron. Soon I’ll have him. He’d be inside his friend, or Aaron would

be in him. Which was it? How did that kind of thing work? Were there rules
or did they go with whatever felt good?

Felt good—man, he hoped it wasn’t too painful.
The doorbell rang, and he froze. Although he’d just finished a shower, he

felt moisture gather on his upper lip and at his temples. His hands were
clammy. In two swallows, he drained the last of his soda he’d left on the
dresser.

“Hey,” Aaron called out, having let himself in. Matthew swore. He’d

forgotten. They were already like lovers, having exchanged keys to their
houses and to their cars. But that had been more about Aaron’s losing his
than anything else.

Aaron stood in the doorway, and he gasped. Matthew hadn’t gotten the

chance to slip into his boxers. His friend grinned, fingers at his sides
twitching a bit. “Guess you’re sure.”

“I just got out of the shower.” He didn’t look down, knowing already

that his cock was hard as a rock. A flash of Aaron’s lips wrapped around it
went through his head. He’d love that. A glance at Aaron’s expression when
he noticed seemed to indicate the same feeling in him. “Wanna suck me?” he
asked.

He wouldn’t have said it so bluntly to a woman. Aaron was no woman.

He shed his clothing in record time, and there was not a shred of offense in
his attitude when he dropped to his knees. Aaron opened his mouth and
swallowed Matthew. Matthew grunted. They weren’t beating around the bush
here.

He gripped the dresser beside him, and the boxers slipped from his

fingers before he grabbed hold of Aaron’s shoulder. Defined muscle and

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bone met his palm. He pulled his friend close while pushing his hips toward
him. Inches of his cock disappeared into Aaron’s mouth. The wet warmth
and the pressure sent him orbital. He began to pump forward and back,
wanting it to go on for a long time.

When he bordered on coming, he pulled back and sank in front of

Aaron. He drew him closer, kissed his lips, and savored how he tasted. So
different, harder. He ran his hands down over Aaron’s bare chest, enjoying
the feel of his ripped muscles. When he reached the bit of hair down there,
he paused and looked. Aaron kept himself trimmed.

“Is anything wrong?” his friend asked.
He shook his head. “No, way. Your body is everything and nothing like I

expected. Bet that sounds stupid.”

“It doesn’t.” Aaron stood up and held out his hand. “Come on. Let’s go

to the bed. I want more.”

“Me too,” Matthew echoed, knowing he sounded desperate for it. He

swiped the bag off the dresser and followed Aaron. Matthew’s gaze dropped
to his friend’s ass. Tightly packed, with solid thighs that had helped him dead
lift more weight than Matthew could up until now, Aaron’s body made his
mouth water. Why hadn’t he noticed that before now?

When Aaron stopped at the bed, Matthew released his hand and dipped

to one knee. He couldn’t help himself. He kissed Aaron’s hard ass, licked it,
and sucked on his skin. Wild with greedy hunger, he ran his tongue lower to
Aaron’s thighs. He smelled the freshness of his flesh and the soap he’d used.
While he continued kissing him, Matthew reached around to the front of
Aaron and grabbed his cock. He pumped the full length, judging in a
heartbeat that Aaron was thicker but not longer than he was.

“I think I’m going to have to…” He left the other unsaid when he

shoved Aaron face down on the bed and followed still kissing his flesh. He
spread his partner’s legs and fondled his balls. The awesome thing was he
knew already to be gentle. He massaged them in his palm as he played over
the delicate skin with the tip of his tongue.

Aaron squirmed on the bed. “Ah, that feels good. I never imagined it

would feel that good.”

Matthew agreed with a groan as he licked his way up to Aaron’s ass. Dare

he lick there? Would Aaron be offended then? He couldn’t blame him for
one taste. Ringing the tight opening, he shuddered with glee. He moved
higher on the bed, making his cock scrape the sheets. The friction excited
him more. He didn’t stop but kept climbing until he was fully on top of
Aaron, his shaft smashed against his unyielding ass.

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Matthew kissed Aaron’s shoulder and pressed down harder. He nuzzled

his ear and intertwined his fingers with his buddy’s. “Do you mind that I did
that?”

“No, way. I’m going to do it to you too,” Aaron told him.
Matthew moaned. “I can’t wait, but first, I’m going to put my cock in

your ass. I need to come now.”

“I know, and I want it. I want to experience all of it with you.”
Matthew reached between his legs, raised his hips, and rubbed the head

of his cock over Aaron’s rear. A bit of pre-come smeared his pale flesh, and
from the look of bliss on Aaron’s face, he liked it.

Matthew sat up straddling Aaron. He looked down to see what it was like

to have a man’s ass between his legs. He scooted a little lower so he could
see Aaron’s balls, and when he pushed his cheeks apart, he got a nice view of
his anus too. He licked his lips. “It might be uncomfortable. I don’t like the
idea of hurting you.”

Aaron rubbed his thigh. Matthew’s cock twitched.
“We can’t help that, but I read that it won’t hurt after a few times.” He

turned red. “Not that I’m implying we’ll keep doing it.”

Matthew grinned but said nothing. He ripped into the bag and readied a

condom. At least this part he knew. Rather than roll it down from his tip, he
got up off the bed. “Wanna put it on me?” he offered.

Aaron’s eyes widened. “Yes.” He sprung up and sat on the side of the

bed. This time his hands weren’t shaking like they had been when he arrived.
He didn’t appear to be nervous at all as he rolled the bit of latex down
Matthew’s shaft. “You’re longer than I am.”

Matthew smirked. “And don’t you forget it.”
“Not likely.”
Matthew bent his friend over the side of the bed so his rear entrance

could spread open more. He lubed his fingers and began threading them into
Aaron’s ass. Not once did he cry out or show that it hurt, but Matthew was
careful anyway, not moving forward until Aaron’s muscles relaxed around his
digits. When he could get three fingers pushed in without too much trouble,
he pulled out and placed his cock head at the opening. The sight alone
almost took his breath away.

He had to get inside of Aaron, but he needed to take it slow too.

Matthew applied pressure to the opening and watched as his head popped in.
He hissed and swore at how tight the fit was. “Fuck, that’s good,” he
grunted. “I’m begging you to tell me you like that, Aaron, ’cause I don’t want
to pull out.”

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“Mm, it’s good, buddy,” Aaron said. “Give me all of it. Slow, but give me

every last inch.”

Matthew rested his hands on the bed, at the outside of Aaron’s hips. He

drove forward, and his cock disappeared inch by inch up Aaron’s ass. When
he had gone to the hilt, his skin tingled because it was flush with Aaron’s. He
withdrew and tried it again. The pleasure was unbelievable.

When the squeeze was less mind-numbing, he moved a little faster, and

at the end of each rotation, he let his groin bump Aaron’s ass. His friend
began to moan and wiggle. He arched his back, making it easier for Matthew
to get inside of him. Matthew blew out a heavy breath. He clutched the
sheets in his fists and ground harder. This time, their bodies slapped
together.

“Harder,” Aaron demanded.
Matthew gave it all he had. He pounded his cock up Aaron’s ass. When

that wasn’t enough, he got up to brace one knee on the bed and began
driving his dick home. Aaron shouted his name, pushing back into him, and
forbidding him to stop. They ground together, rougher than Matthew had
had sex with anyone else. His climax was building like a volcano ready to
erupt. Matthew banged his dick into Aaron even more. His muscles burned,
and he desperately longed to come while wanting to feel like he was hanging
on the edge forever.

Finally, when he couldn’t stand it any longer, he roared through his

release. Matthew collapsed on top of Aaron and ran his arms under him.
Aaron turned his head so Matthew could kiss him, and they stayed that way
with Matthew squeezing his cock head. Moments later, Matthew’s hand was
filled with his buddy’s thick cream, and Matthew brought him all the way
through his climax until he was done.

Matthew withdrew from Aaron and stood up to discard the condom.

When he returned from the bathroom where he’d found the transh can he
stopped to watch Aaron laying across the bed.

“Did you really like it?” he asked.
Aaron peeled an eye open. “Are you insane? I came didn’t I? None of

that faking stuff for us.”

Matthew laughed. “Yeah.” He tapped his fingers on his leg. “Do you

think you’d like to switch?”

Aaron sat up. “You mean me put my cock in your butt?”
Matthew nodded.
“Yeah, I’d like that. You’ve always had a nice ass.”
Matthew threw a pillow at him. Aaron caught it out of the air and sent it

sailing back with ease. “Hey, uh, Matthew?”

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“Yeah?” Matthew climbed on the bed next to his best friend, and they

kissed, tongues curling together a few minutes before Aaron drew away.

“Look, man, the truth is I love you.” Aaron mumbled.
Matthew stared at him.
Aaron played with the seam on the pillowcase. “I want to do this again,

and often. I’m okay with it if you don’t, but the truth is I really love you. I
mean I’m in love with you. I can’t deny it anymore. I have been for a long
time, and it’s why I’ve been with all those women. I was trying to distract
myself from the fact that I just wanted it to be you.”

Matthew put a finger to Aaron’s lips to keep him from going on and on.

“I hear you, and I…I love you too.” Aaron was about to interrupt, but he
stopped him with a hand over his mouth again. “I’m not just saying that. It
feels weird and unnatural, but it’s true. I can’t think of you being with anyone
else. I’m not saying I’m ready for a relationship exactly. And I’m definitely
not ready to ‘come out of the closet’. I still desire women. But I want to be
with you more. I can’t imagine my life without you. Tonight has been better
than any time with anyone else, hands down. I want more of it. Much more.
Is that okay with you?”

He moved his hand so Aaron could speak. “It’s more than okay. For

now, it’s perfect.

Matthew lay on his back and drew Aaron on top of him. They brushed

their lips together, and Matthew knew that no other person could make him
feel this good—not ever again. “You’re perfect.”

The End